Handy with a needle and disturbingly skilled at skinning animals, Edith is one of the artisan tribe’s trappers and seamstresses. Most of her life has been spent trapping small animals like rabbits, squirrels, and raccoons, and sewing their pelts together into patchwork coats, hats, and blankets to trade with the other tribes. Despite her age, Edith’s eyes sparkle with lighthearted optimism of a young child. Never turning down an opportunity to entertain anyone around her with an old fable or fairytale she heard years before the war, she loves chatting with anyone willing to listen, and is regarded by other members of the tribe as personable, compassionate, and a bit mischievous. On the side of her real work, she has been known to sew small dolls and stuffed animals to give to the children born outside of the fertility tribe as tokens of acceptance.
Her shaggy, shoulder-length gray matted mane is usually the first thing others notice about her, tangled with leaves and broken pieces of branches from her time wandering the woods to check traps. She has deep-set, clouded blue eyes and heavy bags under her eyes, a sign of both her age and her inability to get a good night’s rest. She is usually wearing a makeshift poncho of fabric and fur scraps hastily sewn together, beneath which lies and aged, filthy, long sleeve blouse and a weathered pair of khaki pants tucked tightly into scuffed leather boots.
Though her personal possessions are few, they are precious to her. Within her home she keeps a series of old, barely-legible compilations of fables and poems and an ancient brass brooch in the shape of a raven. On her right arm, she wears a series of beaded and woven bracelets, gifts from the children that were around when she was a young woman herself, that she never takes off.
Name: Edith
Age: 49
Sex: Female
Profession: Seamstress, trapper/furrier
Location: Artisan Tribe Territory
Affiliations: Artisans
Disposition: Cheerful, eccentric, and talkative
Character Background and Description
Handy with a needle and disturbingly skilled at skinning animals, Edith is one of the artisan tribe’s trappers and seamstresses. Most of her life has been spent trapping small animals like rabbits, squirrels, and raccoons, and sewing their pelts together into patchwork coats, hats, and blankets to trade with the other tribes. Despite her age, Edith’s eyes sparkle with lighthearted optimism of a young child. Never turning down an opportunity to entertain anyone around her with an old fable or fairytale she heard years before the war, she loves chatting with anyone willing to listen, and is regarded by other members of the tribe as personable, compassionate, and a bit mischievous. On the side of her real work, she has been known to sew small dolls and stuffed animals to give to the children born outside of the fertility tribe as tokens of acceptance.
Her shaggy, shoulder-length gray matted mane is usually the first thing others notice about her, tangled with leaves and broken pieces of branches from her time wandering the woods to check traps. She has deep-set, clouded blue eyes and heavy bags under her eyes, a sign of both her age and her inability to get a good night’s rest. She is usually wearing a makeshift poncho of fabric and fur scraps hastily sewn together, beneath which lies and aged, filthy, long sleeve blouse and a weathered pair of khaki pants tucked tightly into scuffed leather boots.
Though her personal possessions are few, they are precious to her. Within her home she keeps a series of old, barely-legible compilations of fables and poems and an ancient brass brooch in the shape of a raven. On her right arm, she wears a series of beaded and woven bracelets, gifts from the children that were around when she was a young woman herself, that she never takes off.